Quotes About Beauty

Oh it's a pebble... But it's a really nice pebble Dad thanks.

Miss Princess

God forbid you be an ugly girl, 'course too pretty is also your doom, 'cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room.

Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall.

spring is super in the supermarkets and the strawberries prance and glow never mind that they're all kinda tart and tasteless as strawberries go meanwhile wild things are not for sale anymore than they are for show so i'll be outside, in love with the kind of beauty it takes more than eyes to know

God forbid you be an ugly girl, 'course too pretty is also your doom, 'cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room

poetry is a way of seeing and that a poet is not so much a person skilled with words as a person who recognizes the poetry that exists all the time all around us.

Since the average model or actress is thinner than 95 percent of the population, most women know the frustration of living in a body that refuses to conform to the ideal.

Our response to cruelty, suffering, and sorrow is to remind the world of the face of beauty, which can best restore a man's tranquility, cleanse his hear of evil, and lead him to the path of truth

Beauty is a tonic like no other. But without unity, there can be no beauty. Without integrity, there can be no beauty.

Springtimes have needed you. And there are stars expecting you to notice them.

Between yourself & the beloved, between yourself & your joy, the riverbank swaying with wildflowers, the shaft of sunlight on the rock, the song. Will you pass through it now, will you let it consume whatever solidness this is you call your life, & send you out, a tremor of heat, a radiance, a changed flickering thing?

For they themselves were still beautiful, designed for a more beautiful life than the one in which they found themselves becalmed. She saw that they were more stoical, had more depth, than she had ever perceived.

They sat in silence until it was time for her to go. 'Go before he gets back,' said her mother. They stood up, embraced. Merle was shockingly aware of her daughter's changed appearance. 'Poor child, poor child,' she said. 'But she was a young woman,' protested Harriet. 'A beautiful young woman.' 'No, dear,' said her mother sadly. 'I meant you.

the moon that hung over the garden like some great priceless pearl, flawed and blemished with grey shadowy ridges as only a very great beauty can risk being.

The bougainvillea hung about it, purple and magenta, in livid balloons.

At first she mistook them for sheets of pink crepe paper that someone had crumpled and carelessly flung down the hillside, perhaps after another astonishing party at the club. A moment later she remembered her great-grandmother's words and saw that they were hosts of wild pink zephyranthes that had come up in the night after the first fall of rain.

Gentlemen always seem to remember blondes.

Gentlemen prefer blondes... but gentlemen marry brunettes.

It isn't that gentlemen really prefer blondes, it's just that we look dumber.

I mean Fanny is almost historical, because when a girl is cute for 50 years it really begins to get historical.

Paris is devine

Were the average man suddenly called upon to assemble all the women in his town who looked like Mary Pickford, he might find himself at a loss as to how to commence. In fact, he might even doubt that there were sufficient persons answering this description to warrant such a campaign.

There are 3 billion women in the world who don't look like supermodels and only 8 that do.